Dioxicide
 

Let the carbon have it's day, even if it takes our lives away.
Everyone on Earth is like an infectious worm, Eath is a cigerett with a burn.

You know they smoke it all they want, they have no fears of getting caught.

Abitious plans in demand, kill the green they command.
Weather it be for a moments pleasure, or more likely for a treasure.

They cut and shrink and never think, they make they're millions in a blink.

All these problems just go above they're head,

When the green is dead.



I makes me sick just to think, they just can't connect a link.
It makes it worse when they blame, honest reports for they're pain.

Some say its all just a hype, but it's a matter of your life.

Ambitious plans in demand, kill the green they command.
Now every winters gonna blow, bet your grandkids won't see snow.


But all these problems just go above they're heads,

When the green is dead.